400? Moi?

It is time to hand it on
On to the shelf, or box, or bookcase
Make a bit of an effort this time
But don't close off the dreams
Don't leave one alone in the darkness

Take me back, if it suits
To that Amsterdam canal
Read for me, out aloud
Beside the antique shops
Coffee bars and bistros

This has been a good journey
You became a treasured companion
Bundles of memories, inspirations
Reflections, mostly happy
Sadness held at bay

Love held aloft
Love drawn from the ether

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St Andrews

I was in search of a quiet place
I found blossom, and hyacinth
On the look out, for room to read aloud
I found the reverential place of silence

There are no notices of what not to do
Yet I am unable to address the work in hand
My conscience, if that is what is at play
Chooses not to disrespect someone else's house

I can hear birds and streams
Sheep, lambs, calves and cows
My warm pee draws a fragrance
From the thorn, the nettle, and the ivy

My instinct, or reflex reaction
Thus breaks over philosophical rigour
On another day I may be more prepared
But for now I take my time elsewhere

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Simon and Garfunkel - The Graduate

Pretty floral dress
Bare tanned skin
Warm for the summer
Images enrolled
From times of future past

I could always make the call
Steal away for the afternoon
Lie down, deep in the meadow
Drive out, along the sunlit
Salt-water shoreline

These are after all
The dreams our maker gave us
Saved, for a purpose
From life's dull mediocrity
Freed from post production line

Time to escape the favoured role
Of placebo hunter, and gatherer
Instead time to roam, be lathered
With the scamp and scrambles
Of pre-pubescent love

Omnipresent in the perfume
Of the Jazz cafe; a latte
With muffin on the side
Before we ceremoniously slide
Under the mottled and aromatic sheets

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She Wrote A Poem

Lorry ate of sulphurous dust
Ache to see her yawning
In the states the wait is on
They hear borealis fawning

It's light, it's dark
It's skies with silver linings
It's dark, it's light
It's skies with phosphorescent finings

Lorry ate of cumulus musk
Fake to see her calling
In the freight the date is on
They hear the voters polling

It's time, it's place
It's flights with hidden findings
It's place, it's time
It's flights with viva volcanic bindings

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Room 21

Past the dreams of night
Past the call of morning
Stand in time to cast
Thoughts without warning

Entertain cathedrals
Witness solitude
As the flight of eagles
So the swings of mood

She screamed all night
Forget the role of stalling
Damned in time her past
Her doubts are a roaming

Stand then to one side
Aloof, refrained, defer
As the flight of reason
So rise defects of brood

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